I feel his hand reach through my mouth
And my bones creek under his footsteps.
While others sleep, I sit
And while others speak, I burn.
I attempt to spit him onto a page
But remnants of slime continue to choke me.
My mind blasts white noise
And my soul
Is ash.
Repeated and Seasonal
I feel his hand reach through my mouth
And my bones creek under his footsteps.
While others sleep, I sit
And while others speak, I burn.
I attempt to spit him onto a page
But remnants of slime continue to choke me.
My mind blasts white noise
And my soul
Is ash.